Flannery O'connor

13 CRITICS DISCUSS Wise Blood (1952) Flannery O’Connor (1925-1964) “This is the first novel of a twenty-six-year-old Georgia woman…. An important addition to the grotesque literature of Southern decadence.” John W. Simons Review of Wise Blood Commonweal (1952) “When the contemporary literary imagination, in all the anxious sensitivity and honesty of youth, explores the problem of what has happened in the modern world to belief, the result is likely to be bizarre, oblique, tortured, and ambiguous. A deeply tragic sense of the human condition will wear the mask of an irresponsibly sportive nihilism. Compassion will wield a whip. Awareness of the need for grace will vent itself in the evocation of obscenity and violence. So it seems to be in Miss O’Connor’s first novel…. Like many first novels, [this is] pretty obviously derivative…. Miss O’Connor has perhaps followed too many and too diverse models for her own salvation. Onto the naturalistic farce of Erskine Caldwell she has grafted the satire of Evelyn Waugh…. Her sharp-eyed and saucy similes and metaphors indicate she may have been reading Raymond Chandler as well as Caldwell. Her allegory is Kafkaesque…. Farce, satire, and allegory are all modes that sacrifice empathy to detachment, that involve radical distortions and simplifications of character, reality, and experience, and that impose on the writer the most rigorous requirements of tonal consistency. It takes the maturest skill to combine their effects into a sustained unity. Miss O’Connor’s skill is not yet that mature, although she makes a good run for the money.” Joe Lee Davis Review of Wise Blood Kenyon Review (1953) “In Flannery O’Connor’s Wise Blood (1952), the hero is a young revivalist preacher, founder of the Church Without Christ. The denial of God is his grotesque religious act. Blasphemer, murderer, penitent, and ascetic without a god, he still remains a pinpoint of light in a society that knows only spiritual sloth. Freakish though he may be, the grotesque seeks desperately to express spirit, denying the practicalities of daily life I favor of an outlandish hope. Between the far poles of demonic rebellion and saintly victimization lay the picturesque and the grotesque heroes, who combined elements of the polar attitudes. The picaresque carried the comic aspects of the modern reality to the verge of irony and absurdity; and the grotesque showed that the tragic aspects of that reality were frequently pathetic or incongruous. What all the incarnations of the hero seemed to share was this: an awareness of incongruousness or absurdity.” Ihab Hassan Literary History of the United States, 3rd edition (Macmillan 1963) 1422-23 “Hazel Motes is on a train at the beginning of Wise Blood, Flannery O’Connor’s first novel, in the act of leaving his native Eastrod, Tennessee, on his way to Taulkinham. He has decided to reject the traditional Jesus and preach a new ‘Church of Christ Without Christ.’ He has first to go through the ritual of dislocation before he can fulfill the terms of his prophecy, thus leaving a known area to travel to an unknown one. The prophecy and dislocation end in disaster and death. The same formula may explain Mr. Head’s and Nelson’s trip to Atlanta in ‘The Artificial Nigger’…. Nathanael West and Franz Kafka are the writers most often suggested as inspirations for Wise Blood. Hazel Motes, the central figure of the novel, has the crusading zeal of a Miss Lonelyhearts and the blind steadfastness of a Kafka hero; but it is probably unwise to carry the connection further. When he arrives in Taulkinham to preach the gospel of the Church Without Christ he receives his redemption and purification in a way which seems unorthodox: he frequents the bed of a well-known prostitute whose address he found on a lavatory wall. This establishes the tone of the unconventional prophecy and evangelism which runs through the novel. Hazel Motes meets a succession of false religionists and we are intended to measure the sincerity of his convictions against the hypocrisy of theirs. One of these figures, Asa Hawks, has pretended to blind himself to enhance his career as an itinerant beggar. Another, Hoover Shoats, has made a profitable career of espousing new religions: ‘You watch out, friend. I’m going to run you out of business. I can get my own new jesus and I can get Prophets for peanuts, you hear?’ A third, Enoch Emery (blessed with the hereditary faculty of ‘wise blood’), steals a shriveled-up mummy from a museum to oblige Hazel Motes with a new jesus for his religion. Hazel makes his way through this corrupt universe of false prophets to advance the sincere cause of his new cult. When he realizes that he has failed he blinds himself with quicklime and proceeds to subject himself to every variety of torture (like a latter day Oedipus, as one critic has suggested). In accustomed fashion for Flannery O’Connor’s characters, Hazel Motes has had his moments of religious feeling and violence. He has experienced a series of surrealistic horrors and has worked out his destiny in terms of the rigid transplantation-prophecy-return (death) pattern. There is one observer of all this action who supplies the final irony to Hazel Motes’ ‘achievement.’ This is his landlady who represents the common sense of the unenlightened and uninitiated; Flannery O’Connor is fond of giving this type the final say…. Flannery O’Connor allows the landlady herself to complete the caricatured portrait of Bible Belt morality. Hazel Motes and the other oddly named eccentrics in Wise Blood seem quite without precedents until one recalls again the Sherwood Anderson of Winesburg, Ohio. A possible model for Motes’ Church of Christ Without Christ could be Dr. Parcival’s strange crucifixion notion: ‘Everyone is Christ and we are all crucified.’ At least the sense of violence and metaphysical grotesqueness attached to each are vintage fanaticism.” Melvin J. Friedman “Flannery O’Connor: Another Legend in Southern Fiction” English Journal LI (April 1962) 233-43 “In Wise Blood (1952) Hazel Motes, descendant of a line of Fundamentalist preachers, becomes, as a result of his war experiences, the founder of a new religion: ‘I preach the Church without Christ’… An anti-saint, as it were, in the end he wears barbed wire next to the skin and blinds himself with quicklime for anti-Jesus’ sake. Flannery O’Connor has said of her own work: ‘It is literal in the same sense that a child’s drawing is literal. When a child draws he doesn’t try to be grotesque but to set down exactly what he sees, and as his gaze is direct, he sees the lines that create motion. I am interested in the lines that create spiritual motion.’ And this is what she does in this raw, extraordinarily powerful, savagely comic novel of spiritual emptiness through which the God-intoxicated Hazel moves.” Walter Allen The Modern Novel in Britain and the United States (Dutton 1965) 308 “In Wise Blood she did parody the Existentialist point of view…but the parody was very serious. In this and in most of her later writing she gave to the godless a force proportionate to the force it actually has in episode after episode, as in the world, as in ourselves, it wins. We can all hear our disbelief, picked out of the air we breathe, when Hazel Motes says, ‘I’m going to preach there was no Fall because there was nothing to fall from and no Redemption because there was no Fall and no Judgment because there wasn’t the first two. Nothing matters but that Jesus was a liar.’ Note the velocity and rightness of these sentences. Many pages and a number of stories by this writer have the same perfection…. I am speaking now of merits achieved in the reader’s interest: no unliving words, the realization of character by exquisitely chosen speech and interior speech and behavior, the action moving at the right speed so that no part of the situation is left out or blurred and the violent thing, though surprising, happens after due preparation, because it has to. Along with her gifts, patient toil and discipline brought about these merits…similar to those of another Christian writer who died recently, T. S. Eliot…. [O’Connor and Eliot] were similarly moved toward serious art, being early and much possessed by death as a reality, a strong spiritual sensation, giving odd clarity to the appearances they saw through or saw beyond. In her case as in his, if anyone at first found the writing startling he could pertinently remind himself how startling it was going to be to lose his own body…. When it comes to seeing the skull beneath the skin, we may remark that the heroes of both O’Connor novels are so perceived within the first few pages, and her published work begins and ends with coffin dreams. Her memento mori is no less authentic for being often hilarious, devastating to a secular world and all it cherishes. The O’Connor equivalent for Eliot’s drowned Phoenician sailor…is a museum piece, the shrunken corpse that the idiot Enoch Emery in Wise Blood proposes as the new humanist jesus…. Her best stories do the work that Eliot wished his plays to do, raising anagogical meaning over literal action. He may have felt this himself, for though he rarely read fiction I am told that a few years before he died he read her stories and exclaimed in admiration at them.” Robert Fitzgerald Introduction Everything That Rises Must Converge (Farrar, Straus & Giroux 1965) “If the content of Wise Blood seems bizarre and ludicrous, the rhetoric only reinforces that appearnance.

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